Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Idon’t know how long I sleep, but I wake to a soft hand stroking through my hair and warmth surrounding me.
Sighing happily, I turn over on the hard muscles I’m lying on and press my face into what feels like a stomach.
When I inhale deeply, I expect the rough, natural scent Frost carries, but I stiffen and freeze when I smell amber and brimstone instead.
My eyes open slowly, and I lift my head as awareness fully floods me. I’m not curled up on Frost, but Eversor. His hand stills in my hair when I catch him, waiting for him to kill me or something, but he opens his mouth and a soft sentence flows out.
“Frost went to check on the others since it’s been a while.”
“Oh.” It’s all I can say. Is this a trap? Was he waiting for me to wake up to slit my throat? Probably, but I relax. He doesn’t stroke me again, though, so I reach for his hand and press it back into my hair.
“Humans are so demanding,” he mutters, but he continues despite his protests.
“We are,” I reply as I relax into his touch.
We lapse into silence. He’s not one to make conversation, and I find that comforting.
“Who would have thought you were a good hairdresser,” I tease. I expect him to push me away, but he huffs, a soft, almost gentle sound.
“Haven’t you seen my hair? I’m a five-star stylist.”
“Did you just make a joke?” I gasp as I sit up in shock. I mean, it was a bad one, but it was a joke, nonetheless.
He rolls his eyes, looking softer than I’ve ever seen him as he leans back. “I do have a sense of humour, human.”
“Really? I thought it was all just anger and murder in there,” I tease.
His eyes narrow, and he reaches for me. I yelp and try to scramble away, thinking he’s attacking me, but he simply pulls me to straddle his lap as he leans back against the wall.
My hands rest against his shoulders so I don’t fall forward, and I peer into his half-lidded eyes. “That’s something other than anger and murder,” he says as he pushes me down with his hands on my hips.
His hard length presses against my cunt, and desire floods me. I try my best to ignore it, but he sniffs the air, and a smile twists his lips. “Little human, you always want me so much.”
“No, I don’t,” I grumble as I try to climb from his lap, but he holds me in place, his pincers appearing over his shoulders.
“You lie as prettily as you scream,” he murmurs as one of his pincers reaches towards me.
My eyes widen, as I know how dangerous they are.
I freeze as he gently drags the sharp tip across my lips.
“I bet if I told you the only way I’d fuck you is by letting you ride one of my tips, you’d still do it. ”
“Fuck you,” I snarl, and his pincer surges into my mouth. I cough and choke before stiffening, remembering what their poisonous tips are capable of. I remember what he did to me last time. Despite my horror, my cunt clenches and my clit throbs, wanting a second go at it.
He smirks like he knows my thoughts and presses it deeper. “Careful, little human. Don’t swallow,” he taunts. I try not to, but my throat relaxes and his poison drips down it. I feel its effects instantly. I turn cold from my very soul as I shudder.
Rolling his eyes, he pulls his pincer free and yanks me closer, pressing his mouth to mine as he sucks his poison free. I gasp, breathing back to life. His tongue laps at mine, the forked split wrapping around mine until I sway into him.
I’m still sore from Frost, and we need to focus, but I can’t seem to stop as my hands slide down his chest and stroke his muscles. His pincers trail down my back, tugging the blanket wrapped around me away, exposing my naked body.
I feel them scrape down my back, the pain causing me to bow inwards, but they keep sliding down as he lifts me.
A pincer slips between my thighs while he presses me down, and it’s forced against my pussy.
I roll my hips against the thick edge, covering it in my desire as he kisses me.
His touch burns me alive while his other pincer tangles in my hair and tugs my head back.
I stare at him, breathing heavily as he leans down and wraps his forked tongue around one of my nipples and sucks.
The spark of pleasure is low in my belly as it zips down from the connection.
He abuses the tight bud before he switches to my other nipple, biting and sucking until my breasts are covered in his marks.
His other pincer strokes between them, over my quivering belly, and parts my folds so he can see me.
I glance down as well, too turned on to care about how obscene it looks.
The sharp edge pokes out of the front, the thick black appendage dripping with my desire as I roll my hips slowly, grinding my clit into it.
“I bet if I pushed it inside you, you’d love it, even if it slowly killed you,” he murmurs as he watches me, his tongue flicking out to trace his lips.
“Please,” I murmur. Despite how well Frost fucked me, I need to get off again. They have made me needy like that, helping me regain my desire, and I can’t control it.
His other pincer circles my clit as his hand wraps around my neck and tightens. “Beg for it. Beg me to let you come.”
My eyes flare in anger, and I grind my teeth, refusing to give in.
Instead, I grab his pincer and press it to my clit, grinding into it, and my release explodes through me.
I’m flying through the air before I know it, confused and still riding the high as I smack into the opposite wall, but before I can fall, I’m lifted into his arms, and he impales me on his cock.
My eyes roll back as he bites my neck. “I told you to beg, foul human.”
“Never,” I retort, gripping his shoulders and pressing down, taking him deeper.
His growls grow, raising the hair on my body, and goosebumps erupt across my skin.
It’s the sound of a natural predator, yet my body doesn’t care.
It clenches down on him as I tilt my hips to meet his feral thrusts.
He hammers me into the wall as he fucks me, growing harder like he knows the effect he has on my body.
He probably does, the bastard.
I can feel myself dripping around him, and before I know it, I explode again. I forget everything else as pleasure washes me away. When I come back down, he’s still fucking me hard and fast. His dark eyes hold mine as his pincers rise behind him.
By the gods, he’s magnificent.
Corbin, Bellami, and Frost explode into the room, their eyes wild. Eversor ignores them, and they relax.
“Fuck, we thought he was killing you,” Corbin exclaims, covered in sweat, and I know he ran hard.
I go to speak, but Eversor steals my words as he twists his hips, and the edges on his cock open, rubbing my walls and making my eyes roll back in ecstasy.
“I think he is,” Bellami scoffs.
Suddenly, we spin, then Eversor strides across the room so fast, I cling to him.
His pincers dart out, so I turn my head, and my eyes widen when I see two soldiers sneaking up behind Frost and the others.
Eversor lifts them as they gasp and gurgle, skewered on his pincers, and then he throws them into the wall.
The entire time, Eversor doesn’t stop fucking me.
“Fools,” he snarls. “You didn’t even sense them.”
“We were distracted,” Corbin admits with shame. “We heard . . . Well, yeah, we thought you two were killing each other.”
“Not yet.” He smirks as he looks at me, and I bury my head into his shoulder, biting as he snarls. Eversor slams me down on his cock so hard, I almost pass out from the pleasure.
My back hits something hard again, but I keep digging my teeth into his skin as I shatter apart around him.
My cunt milks him, his breathing ragged as he growls.
He’s close, swelling inside me to the point of pain, and I can’t take him being totally in control anymore.
With a wicked grin against his skin, I clench my cunt around his length as I bite down so hard, I taste blood.
His roar of ecstasy almost bursts my ear drums as his cum floods my channel.
Red-hot pleasure fills me, setting off another release that has me whining and releasing his shoulder, leaving the taste of his blood in my mouth.
Despite the snarl on his lips, he holds me as we both try to recover.
His cock is still buried deep inside me as one of his pincers, still covered in blood, gently brushes strands of sweaty hair from my face.
“Next time, I’ll kill you,” he warns, but it sounds more like a flirtatious comment than a threat, so I just smile.
The door suddenly opens, and Luan, still in a guard’s uniform, slips in and grins when he finds us. “Been busy, I see.”